In short... I'm on your side, but you don't half make it difficult sometimes. I've had moments where I've stopped and gone... "Wait, are we the baddies?"
Political correctness sometimes needs to be wielded sparingly, subtly, almost invisibly, because you don't want to give the other side anything to rail against until it's too late. If you give equivalent weight to everything, then the big stuff is diminished. You reinforce the arguments of the opposition.
We have to choose our battles more wisely, fight the ones that matter, the ones that need to be fought, and let some of the smaller stuff slide. Annoying I know, but, well... FFS.
If you don't, it just looks as if you're too caught up in your own crusading to see the bigger picture. You cannot force a change to centuries of established patriarchal convention - you have to do it in a way that the gammons almost don't notice. Otherwise, you get the world we're currently living in. Compress a spring all the way, and it bounces back with even more force.
Like, years ago, when I was at school, we had a substitute English teacher for a day. We'd had him before, and he was one of those teachers who we all sort of knew was a pushover. Weirdly, he was an actor on the side, and I later saw him crop up in episodes of Cats Eyes and Doctor Who (he played "Dad" in The Greatest Show In The Galaxy).
We decided as a class that it would be a gigantic wheeze if we all moved our desks around so that we ended the lesson in a completely different place to where we'd begun. Rather than do this en masse - which would've got us sent immediately to the Head Teacher - we did it gradually. Every time Mr Ashford looked down we'd all move our desks an inch or two, as quietly as we could. He'd look up occasionally and narrow his eyes, but he never said a thing.
I get the frustration that we live in a world with more than its fair share of bigots. I hate that a hollow, racist, sexist, egomaniac lives in the White House. I get that - as a straight, white, male - I'm able to say all this from a position of privilege, that I'm not under the yoke. I don't know what it's like to live as a minority, and would never presume to know.
At the same time, my fortunate position, I suppose, gives me a certain clarity; I'm not damaged from a lifetime of oppression. But then, just occasionally, the other side behave in a way which really yanks my goitre...